Childhood innocence revised

I came upon a hilarious yet on retrospective slightly depressing Buzzfeed article entitled “16 classic children’s books retold for adults. It’s hilarious to see how the view portrayed as children changes as we enter adulthood just sort of sad to see how jaded as adults many people become. So laugh! Enjoy! And if you find yourself relating to this, go out and reconnect with your childhood self 🙂

Two of my favorites are below: 🙂

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All you needed to know you learned when you were five

Here is a list of popular sayings or “Seuss-isms” from
Theodore Geisel “Dr. Seuss” (1904 – 1991) author and illustrator. You’ll notice that this is a pretty good list of lesson you need to learn from life.

(Note: a few of these are uncited sources that are attributed to Geisel, but they are good advice so I’m going to include them anyway.)

1. A person’s a person, no matter how small.
2. You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself, any direction you choose.
3. Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.

I friendly reminder from myself as a baby to jump into life headfirst

I friendly reminder from myself as a baby to jump into life headfirst

4. From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.
5. Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.
6. Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So… get on your way.
7. If you never did, you should. These things are fun, and fun is good.
8. I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An elephant’s faithful, one hundred percent.
9. So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.
10. And will you succeed? Yes indeed, yes indeed! Ninety-eight and three-quarters percent guaranteed.
11. Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
12. All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you’ll be quite a lot.
13. The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.
14. Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
15. Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the things you can think up if only you try!
16. Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
17. I’m afraid sometimes you’ll play lonely games too, games you can’t win because you’ll play against you
18. I’m sorry to say so but, sadly it’s true that bang-ups and hang-ups can happen to you
19. From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.
20. I know up on the top you are seeing great sights, but down at the bottom we, too, should have rights

Which is your favorite?

A flash fiction piece for you

I entered this is a flash fiction work. I’ll probably retool it later, since it didn’t come out exactly as I wanted, but I like it as a rough draft and thought I would share it with you!

(The set up, a voicemail……)

Cracks

Mother run, before it’s too late.

I never meant to venture, safety snuggled, tucked away in the soft glow of our house. The sunlight danced on the window, leaping down to steal a kiss off my cheek.  Intoxicated, my foot stumbled out the door.

I was so careful, one trembling step after another, as the turtles passed me by and the sun-sweat beads ran down my forehead and the smell of flowers choking out the stale, dark hermetically sealed air.

The weight of the world on me, my legs jelloed, trembling.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

So many cracks, mother, obese, cracks spreading as if a child had taken a crayon to the earth.

Too many to avoid with the call of the wild world, the running children, playing around the fields, hair, wind-ratted, face stained with dirt, unencumbered, calling to my soul, coursing through my veins.

I tripped.

My foot wedged in, I thought I might just fall into China. I shuttered, waiting for the skies to upon up, thunder to reign down and for it to shallow you.

I had broken you.

Before I realized, my legs had taken flight bounding, over the pavement, until everything was a blur.

Crack after crack, earth worms after a summer’s rain, my foot scraped each one.

I’m trying to catch my breath. I wish you would have picked up. The neon lights of the gas station is blinding mother, and I can’t hold out much longer, my muscles aching in nervous anticipation.

Fate knows. You have to run, before it’s too late.

Click. 

All children are artists, why aren’t all adults?

All children are artists, each in their own way.

Think about it.

Watch a group of children.

What do they do?

Draw.  Write.  Paint.  Build.  Pretend.

They are actors, directors, producers of their own little dramas, be it playing house, Barbies or G.I. Joe’s. They make up magical worlds all within their minds.

Until….that  self-awareness, the creeping of adolescence and adulthood hit us.  I remember seventh grade, and going to a friends house,who was a year ahead of me. I was horrified that she wanted to play Barbies.  I played, begrudgingly  but the thought of pretending at 13 was just absurd to me.

The irony is now, at 27, I wish I have more time to pretend.

Why do we stop?

I could say this is an isolated incident, and there are still obviously people who continue into adulthood (LARP), but this is not the norm.  Why does this intricate part of life, slip away from us?

And not just pretending, why stop creating art in general.

Do we lose our passion?

Are we taught not to?

Is art just a way to mimic adulthood so when it stops having a function, we lose it?

Does society condition us not to?

What do you think? I’ll post my ideas in a follow up response.